[SE] the world can wait

REMI

The only reason Remi had moved at all was to stretch an arm—or rather, a tentacle—toward the edge of their tangled nest and flick the kettle on with the flat of a sucker. It hums obediently in the corner of the cabin like a promise made in advance: eventually, if they ever manage to surface, there will be coffee.

But then Ronin’s warmth wraps around him again, curling like a blanket within a blanket, and Remi’s smile breaks across his face wide enough to deepen both dimples. His breath catches softly as he tips his head back slightly, slyly, nudging and angling until Ronin’s lips can’t help but catch against the stubble-rough curve of his cheek.

"You mean apart from waking up next to you?" he murmurs around a yawn he doesn’t bother to stifle, one hand curling over Ronin’s forearm to keep him close. "I actually cancelled all of our plans...for today, and the rest of the season." With a grin, he shifts just enough to press his back more snugly into Ronin’s chest, lashes fluttering shut again. "Might have to pencil in coffee, though," he adds, drowsily. "One day."

Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today